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Articles from February 1994

I know she will not Be thinking of me She has her own life And she wants to be free St. Vals day is coming But what do I do I can’t say those three words That “I love you” I must never tell her Just how I feel She’ll

I’ve only known her Such a sort time Yet I think I’ve been caught Hook, sinker and line I could never tell her The way that I feel I’ll keep it locked up Behind a big seal Those big brown eyes I miss them so much I know it is

It’s happening again This wall has worn thin I think of her And I start to grin Oh please make it stop I’ve already been there Don’t make me fall It just wouldn’t be fair So many thoughts Race through my mind I can’t help but think That she is

I met a girl Her eyes are brown We laughed and we joked We just clowned around She has her problems But don’t we all “Afraid of happiness” In fear of a fall A pleasant nature A lovely grin She could melt a heart Even if it were tin Thoughtful

My pillow is wet My tears fall like rain I have not been hurt Yet my heart is in pain The reason is lost As to why I do cry I’ve given up searching Though I know I still try These tears on my pillow Will easily dry The tears

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